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Life With Derek belongs to Canadian Television and Disney. Flashpoint belongs to Mark Ellis, Ava Mar, Media Bell, and Pink Sky. I only own the stuff you don't recognize.
Sam sank to the ground, his breath labored as he leaned against the wall. Damn, what a day, he thought to himself. The JTF2 was more intense than he had thought it would be. Not that he regretted joining them of course, but he was seeing things that were a lot worse than what he had seen when he and Matt had been in the regular army. And today had been crazy. It was times like this that he wished that a part of him wished that he hadn't joined the army. Maybe he should've become a cop or something. Yeah, a cop. And maybe he could find himself a sexy sniper chick who could kick his ass. Yeah, that would be amazing. Not that he was a masochist by any means. He just wanted someone who he could share his life with. Was that really so bad? Or was he just over-analyzing things again? Well, wouldn't be the first time. He then turned his gaze to his bed. He had been so exhausted that he had just parked himself on the floor and hadn't noticed anything. But now, he could see that there was a letter on his bed, which meant that either his family or Casey had written him. Well then, he should probably see what they had to say. But he was so tired. Ah, the hell with it. He forced himself up, trudged over to the bed, and then sat down as he picked up the letter and carefully opened it, smiling when he saw the familiar handwriting. It was Casey. Man, I can't believe that it's practically been a year since we started this, he thought to himself. It seemed like yesterday that he had gotten the letter that she had sent to him, introducing herself. And he had been so worried about responding, not wanting to come across as a creeper by writing to him since she was so young. But he had decided to go ahead and respond seeing as how there were other guys in his unit who had gotten letters. And even though the others had stopped writing to their pen-pals, he and Casey had kept it up. What could he say? The letters got him through the tough days. He then made himself comfortable as he opened the letter all the way. Let's see what she's got to say today, he mused to himself.
Hey Sam. I know I haven't said it yet, but congratulations on the new unit. That's so cool. Look at you: Samtastic. I hope you're enjoying the work even if it's hard and you can't tell me anything. Can you believe it's almost been a year since we've started writing to each other? Thanks for that by the way. Honestly, I don't know how I would've made it through everything if it wasn't for you. I honestly thought I was going to go crazy pretending everything was fine when it wasn't. I just-I felt like I had to be strong, you know? I mean, Lizzie was counting on me and I couldn't let her see how much everything was killing me. But it helped-knowing that I could tell you what I was feeling. But enough of that depressing crap. We can forget that. I'm still taking dance of course. That's not really gonna change. Some of the routines are a bit more intense now, but I love it. I think I might want to be a dancer when I get older. Okay, so it's not the most glamorous of careers, but it's something that I love to do. And isn't that the most important factor when you're doing something? That you love it? Sorry there's not really a lot to say right now. Hopefully I'll have more next time. Casey.
Sam let out a small scoff of laughter as he shook his head. Casey didn't need to thank him for being a friend. He had been happy to do it. But the fact that she had voiced her appreciation did feel good, though he was a bit concerned that she had basically glossed over her feelings on her parents' divorce. There was no way he could ever know how she felt as his parents were still very much in love, but he also knew that it wasn't healthy for her to ignore her own feelings about things. That's something I'll have to talk to her about, he thought to himself. And he'd start that letter. You know, just as soon as he had the energy to even move…